The Breath of Life

I had a dream last night. I dreamed I lay next to him, holding him. I stroked his hair, kissed his cheek and told him everything would be okay. The sensation of him sleeping in my arms was tangible. Now in the light of day, I wondered if he’d visited me in my sleep. Had he been dying and came to say goodbye?

I can’t let myself believe that. I have to believe that he’s coming back to me. We will have a future together. Without him by my side, life has no purpose.

We breathe life into each other.